I’m hardwired to over commit.
My mom is the same way. So is my sister. We have a hard time saying no, and we each have a competitive streak. My Grandma was similar. This gene might explain why we all decided to run a half-marathon in Austin, TX last winter. We had our families to join us, and it was one big jamboree of four young kids, the race itself, rental everything, ample bar-b-q, and airport antics. Vacation is a misnomer; trip is more accurate.
The training, race, and trip were awesome, but I was happy when they were over. Now I could be a couch potato after dinner instead of slogging it on the treadmill/icy sidewalks of New England. I could breathe a sigh of relief. Two weeks post-Austin, my sister sent us a link to another half-marathon, this one in Brooklyn, NY. My mom said she was in, so of course, I said yes too. My mom is my half-marathon training buddy after all. Just like that, I had another commitment on my plate.